I almost missed three deer in the field as I was staring at the Super Moon tonight. Here are two of the three. Staring at me as I was staring at them. Glad my trio of deer have hid from the hunters so far.
The moon won’t be this big again until I’m 58 years old. . . November 25, 2034.
That number seems forever away. Hope the time goes nice and slow so I can enjoy every night and every star in between.
Get out there and dance in the light of the moon.